The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

I don't know if the channel that I applied to enter the port before has been transferred again. He took the radio several times and found nothing. But Ren Yifei didn't turn off the radio either.

Against the background of this delicate atmosphere, I always feel that a louder voice is more reassuring.

In other words, he won't really enter any disaster copy, right? Like a tsunami?

"Impossible. If it was a tsunami, the final result would be basically no one survived because of the altitude of this small island." He himself denied the conclusion of the tsunami.

"There is a low probability of a tsunami, a higher probability of an earthquake, and of course a typhoon."

This time the typhoon was very strong, and he had found that the edge of the window splashed with rain, and the inner window sill became wet.

I don't know if this renovated house can withstand it. From the roof with serious rain leakage, it hangs. Fortunately, it is a single-story house, the beams are wooden structure, and the tiles are laid.

The sound of 'clicking' was constant, a bit like the sound of something cracking. However, he did not find any cracks in any of the walls for the time being.

I don't care about this sound.

It doesn't always ring here for no reason.

The instant noodles on the chopsticks were sucked into his mouth, and a few drops of soup were thrown out. The over-soaked instant noodles became loose, and the dried vegetables inside were rotten after soaking for too long. It was not delicious, but it was enough to satisfy the stomach.

Unable to determine the direction of danger, then first quietly accumulate your own strength, for example, eat first.

As the rain intensified, the room became darker. If the curtains were drawn, it would be completely dark.

There are no lights in the room, candles and flashlights have to be spared.

The phone still had power, 68 percent, not much. Considering that it might have other uses, he would not move it and eat noodles in the dark.

There was only one noodle in a bowl of noodles, and he ate it quickly. He also took out the soaked vegetables, sausages and eggs one by one and ate them. When this situation is unclear, every bite of the staple food should be cherished.

He didn't drink the rest of the soup, but poured another glass of water to clear his mouth. His eyes have adapted to the darkness and can make out different objects through the blurred shadows.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the window is crackling, and it is suspected that the glass above will shatter in the next second.

Ren Yifei remembered that he seemed to have seen a roll of yellow plastic tape before. He found the yellow plastic tape on the cabinet under the dim light in the room, and also found a pair of blunt scissors.

All the windows were covered with rice-shaped tape, and by the way, some easily broken debris in the room was moved to the corner, Ren Yifei felt satisfied.

"In this way, the damage from shattering glass may be slightly reduced."

The curtains in several places have been drawn, and occasionally you can see something sticking to it, casting a shadow. On the other side, the disturbing sounds of "clicking" and "clicking" have not stopped.

"What the hell." He sighed.

The radio was not working all the time, and Ren Yifei didn't care about it, just put it aside and made a harsh noise.

Aside from the bad environment, other bigger changes have yet to begin.

"The time has not yet come, or a certain condition has not been met?" he thought.

Unlike before, this is a personal battlefield, and there are no residents near this house. He doesn't have to worry about the existence of players, and he can't borrow the light of NPCs, so he has to arrange his time and energy more carefully and reasonably.

The hour hand points to three o'clock, and the minute hand points to twelve o'clock. It turned out to be three o'clock in the afternoon.

There is no electricity at home, I can't go out when it rains, and I can't do anything.

Since you can't do anything, why not...

Wearing shoes, with a quilt on his stomach, and one hand under the pillow, Ren Yifei lay on the bed and fell asleep in less than ten seconds: why don't you sleep.

"Happy to meet."

"Hello."

The stormy Mazu Temple, several players occupying a corner to restrain each other, and the wooden door that was 'cracked' by the wind, this is what Saman sees now.

This time, he is a long-legged character again, with jeans, white sneakers, and a black hooded jacket. He is wearing a large camouflage backpack, looking cool. He also held a black umbrella in his hand.

It was clearly windy and rainy outside, his black umbrella didn't move at all, and his body was even more clean, without a drop of rain on it.

He walked slowly into the Mazu Temple, and several players inside were nervous, as if the hyena group met the lion head-on, although Saman smiled and looked very kind.

Oh, the really kind players are long dead.

Reaching out and shaking the umbrella, the umbrella automatically folded and rolled up in his hand, turning into a black bracelet hanging on his wrist.

Saman had just packed up a batch of supplies and walked to the Mazu Temple on foot.

A sudden downpour, followed by an earthquake and an alarm, is a time when staying in a hotel is never the right choice.

He chose to leave the hotel, these players gathered here, and naturally had their reasons.

The identity of Saman Ming is a tourist who comes to play. In his backpack, in addition to toiletries, change of clothes, and documents, the rest is the introduction of this island. There are a lot of recommended attractions in the travel book, and Mazu Temple is one of them. one.

But he suspects it's not that simple, as he still has a disability certificate in his backpack. On the certificate is the character's face, with a bitter expression, and a physical disability written below.

The identity doubts aside, he is not a disguise, and the role task is to escape, the role identity is not that important.

He came to Mazu Temple in the rain, not to travel, nor to be full. Just because this is a 'spiritual copy'.

That's right, this copy has 'good friends'.

There are many ways for players to judge the attributes of a dungeon, the most intuitive is to look at the skills and props they carry, which one works.

Before entering the dungeon, the player must select the skills and props, but the skills and props have restrictions on their use, so through the props, at least the attributes of the dungeon can be clearly defined for the first time.

Saman has a passive skill 'Passer's Armor' that only applies to supernatural instances, and it lights up.

Passerby A: After entering the supernatural copy, the ghosts always ignore your existence. Very suitable for salted fish players.

Knowing this dungeon attribute, his first consideration was religious sites.

First, take advantage of the venue. Second, find out if there are any available props.

The other players probably thought the same, so when they saw Saman coming in, although the three looked welcoming, they didn't have much smiles in their eyes.

There are only so many resources, and all who come are looting. It was not that no player passed by before, and was directly expelled by the three. But Saman, they dare not act rashly.

Without the cover of the umbrella, the clammy feeling on my body immediately became obvious.

The raindrops were brought in by the wind, and he stretched out his hand to pick it up. The touch felt a little wrong. There was a thick feeling when he twisted his fingertips. When he sniffed it again, there was a faint salty smell.

Although it is a seaside, the rain comes from the sky, and the distilled water condenses when it encounters nodules and falls. In theory, it will not have a salty taste.

Saman glanced outside, the rain was pouring down like a river, and it accumulated a shallow layer in the blink of an eye. He seemed to see something swimming in it, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

"Slap, slap." I heard the sound of something cracking. The three players inside moved for the first time to check the walls and the ground.

There was nothing unusual, no cracks, no snakes, worms and ants crawling out, but the ceiling began to leak.

Tick ​​tock, a small piece of the bluestone slab in the middle soon became wet.

One of the classic openings of supernatural films, the weird rainy night.

Old players with a lot of game experience relax instead: familiarity is a good thing, and it shows that the routines are similar. Island, rainstorm, earthquake, I don't know if it's a ghost ship type, or a sea ghost ashore revenge type.

Putting the backpack on the ground, Saman sat on it, leaning against a pillar to rest his eyes closed: night is the key, there is really no need to waste time on doubts.

The other players didn't speak either, they had to recharge their batteries to cope with the challenges after dark.

The raindrops flew obliquely, and the distance could not be seen clearly. This small temple was like a lonely boat separated by rainwater. Not only here, the rain is an invisible hand that separates those players and NPCs.

There were more and more places where the ceiling leaked, and the pooled water ran all the way down to Saman's feet. Saman glanced at it, put the luggage on the stone pier, and opened the umbrella again.

This game is probably not good for the camouflage flow, and he suddenly thought of this problem.

A dungeon with a large number of people and complexities is conducive to concealing and taking advantage of the camouflage flow, but this type of dungeon allows players to be in a relatively independent and closed environment, and instead tests the individual's ability to cope with disasters.

He came in after chasing the black rabbit, indicating that he was also here.

'Black Rabbit' is a complete newcomer. It was the first time he entered the game twenty days ago. Can he cope with today's complex environment?

"Cough cough."

to finish.

After a good night's sleep, not only did not feel better, but began to feel dizzy and weak in limbs, which looked like cold symptoms.

When I touched my forehead, I didn't feel it, because my palms were also hot, but I felt that the surface of the pillow was a little cold, and the whole person was afraid of the cold.

It was indeed a cold.

God wants to kill me. Ren Yifei covered his forehead and let out a breath. His throat was a little sore. Has he turned into a fire-breathing dragon? Is the fire coming out of your mouth?

It took less than two minutes to get in the rain, and then I took a shower immediately, and I still got a cold? Paper lanterns are not as good, is his physical fitness that bad?

He must have stayed up late, and he must have soaked the wolfberry in water when he went back, he thought sadly.

My lips were dry and I was a little thirsty, but the boiling water was in the small living room several meters away from the bed. After he boiled the water, a lot of it was poured into the thermal insulation kettle next to him, and there should be a lot more by now.

"Drink more water when you have a cold." The wise saying appeared in his head.

Struggling to get up, he was about to pour himself a glass of water. But only one foot was stretched out, 'smack', the plastic slippers stepped in the water, making a clear sound.

"water?"

Touching the flashlight on the side, Ren Yifei opened it and glanced at it, and the whole person was stunned: I saw sparkling waves on the cement floor, and the feet of all the furniture were soaked in a shallow layer.

Then turn the light to the door and window, and see that water is pouring out from the crack of the door, and the same is true of the window.

Tick, tick, the lights turned, and he found that there were several more leaking spots on the ceiling, and circles of different ripples met and interfered on the water.

Even on the walls, there are water lines as fine as combs hanging from one wall.

"Rain, so big?" A hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

The water submerged half of the plastic slippers, the thickness of the slippers is about one centimeter, and the water on the floor is estimated to be only 0.5 centimeters. But it continues to rise, and sooner or later there will be no shoes, or even feet, or even beds.

Do you need to patch the holes to prevent water ingress?

Ren Yifei's temple suddenly hurts.

Forget it, it's going to rain and my mother wants to get married, so I can't stop it.

The top priority, first drink some water to restore blood. He stood up and was about to fetch water. When the wind blew, he shivered: Why is it so cold?

Wearing a thin quilt, he staggered a few steps to the table where the kettle was placed. He poured himself a cup of hot water, blew on it, and took a careful sip to moisten his lips.

Still hot.

When the hot water was a little colder, he took another sip. The hot water relieved the discomfort in his throat.

The watch on his wrist emitted two green fluorescent lights, and it was after six o'clock that he slept for three hours.

The kettle stand has two drawers. According to Ren Yifei's past knowledge, there might be something like a cold granule in the drawer. He rummaged and found two packages.

According to the date of the mobile phone, one package has expired, and the other package is about to expire.

He soaked himself the bag that was about to expire.

After drinking a cup of cold granules, he felt a little feverish. He poured another cup of scalding water and walked back, trying to cover his sweat and recover a little bit of energy before nightfall.

With a sound of 'crashing', he was walking very carefully, but the wet water splashed on the back of his feet, and the cold and wet water was even a little sticky...

"Ah!" He shuddered, the flashlight flashed immediately, a smiling face appeared in the shallow water, and the whites of his curved eyes could not be seen.

Ren Yifei's pupils dilated slightly, and the next second a sticky slender claw stretched out and grabbed the instep of his.

It was sticky, thick, cold, and dark, and it was clearly a corroded and fleshy hand bone.